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Even while she admired her daughter's generous spirit, Madame Chebe looked upon that as a rather exaggerated sacrifice, and remonstrated with her. "Take care, my child; we aren't rich. A husband like Frantz doesn't turn up every day."
Risler supposed that some one had told Frantz of the disaster that had befallen him, and he too avoided all allusion to the subject in his letters. "Oh! when I can send for him to come home!" That was his dream, his sole ambition: to restore the factory and recall his brother.
For some days M. Frantz had been talking of their all going into the country together; and as the father, kind and generous as always, graciously consented to allow the ladies to take a day's rest, all four set out one Sunday morning. Oh! the lovely drive, the lovely country, the lovely river, the lovely trees! Do not ask her where they went; Desiree never knew.
Frantz, on the other hand, had been working for some time with extraordinary energy, the ardor of those who see something at the end of their efforts; so that, at the age of twenty-four, he graduated second in his class from the Ecole Centrale, as an engineer.
Sidonie had disappeared after exchanging a few unmeaning words with the impassive Frantz. Madame Dobson continued her tremolos on the soft pedal, like those which accompany critical situations at the theatre. In very truth, the situation at that moment was decidedly strained. But Risler's good-humor banished all constraint.
Will you believe it? Since that time I have avoided seeing her, meeting her. The sight of her caused me too much pain." "But if you loved me," asked Frantz, in a low voice, "if you loved me, why did you marry my brother?" She did not waver. "To marry Risler was to bring myself nearer to you. I said to myself: 'I could not be his wife. Very well, I will be his sister.
As they passed, people turned to look. Every eye followed them, as if drawn by the wind caused by their rapid motion. Sidonie resembled those creatures. She might herself have driven Georges' carriage; for Frantz was in Georges' carriage. He had drunk Georges' wine. All the luxurious enjoyment of that family party came from Georges. It was shameful, revolting!
As they passed, people turned to look. Every eye followed them, as if drawn by the wind caused by their rapid motion. Sidonie resembled those creatures. She might herself have driven Georges' carriage; for Frantz was in Georges' carriage. He had drunk Georges' wine. All the luxurious enjoyment of that family party came from Georges. It was shameful, revolting!
And even as they uttered those trivial sentences, their voices trembled at the thought of what was about to be said. At last the little low chair moved a little nearer the great easy-chair; their eyes met, their fingers were intertwined, and the two, in low tones, slowly called each other by their names. "Desiree!" "Frantz!" At that moment there was a knock at the door.
From Montsouris to the fortifications of Montrouge is but a step. When they had reached that point, Planus had no great difficulty in taking his friend home with him. He thought, and justly, that his tranquil fireside, the spectacle of a placid, fraternal, devoted affection, would give the wretched man's heart a sort of foretaste of the happiness that was in store for him with his brother Frantz.
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